| Mendel’s machines replicate in the night in the black iron prison of St.
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| Augustine’s light
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| He’s paying the bills and they’re doing him proud, they can float their burnt
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| offerings on assembler clouds
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| With omega point in the sight the new Franklins fly their kites
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| And the post-modern empire is ended tonight
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| From history, the flood of counterfeits released
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| The black cloud, reductionism and the beast
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| Automatons gather all the pieces so the world may be increased
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| In simulation, jubilation for the deceased
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| Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws, wrinkles smoothed by nanoclaws
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| With my machines I can dispatch you from this world without a trace
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| Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place
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| Content-shifting shopping malls, gasoline trees and walk-through walls
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| None of them knew! |
| None of them knew!
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| I feel the gray goo boiling my blood as I watch the dead rise up out of the
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| earth
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| Try to hide from the lies as they all come true
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| Deus absconditus
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| Deus nullus deus
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| Deus nisi deus
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| I feel the grey goo boiling my blood as the fenris wolf slowly bites through
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| his chain
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| Try to hide the myth as it becomes a man
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| None of them knew, none of them knew (they were robots)
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| Deus absconditus
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| Deus nullus deus
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| Deus absconditus
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| Deus nisi deus
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| Buying an X or an O in state craft tic tac toe, cats game for Joe Blow
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| Post-industrial bliss, a binary hug or kiss can be wrung from utility mist
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| They stole the great arcanum, the secret fire, Moloch found his gold for the
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| new empire
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| Once again the necrophage becomes saint
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| Lindy hop around the truth — Jump back wolf pack attack!
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| Swingin' up there in the noose — Slap back white shark attack!
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| Lindy hop around the truth — Jump back wolf pack attack!
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| Swingin' up there in the noose — Slap back white shark attack!
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| Phased array diffraction nets from full-wall paint-on TV sets
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| Migratory home sublets and time-shared diamond fiber sets
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| Recombinant logos keys, bitic Qabalistic trees
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| Deus absconditus
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| Deus nullus deus
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| Deus nisi deus
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| I feel the grey goo boiling my blood as Leviathan and his bugs freeze the sea
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| Try to save the world by immolating myself
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| From history the flood of counterfeits released
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| The black cloud, the resurrection of the deceased
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| Automotons gather all the pieces so the world may be increased
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| In simulation, jubilation for the builders of the body of the beast |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song None of Them Knew They Were Robots, artist - Mr. Bungle. Album song The Studio Album Collection, in the genre Иностранный рок